"Is it serious?"

Joanna asked anxiously.

"I don't know... Can you take me to the hospital?"

Liam asked with a sob.

"Okay."

After hanging up, Joanna said to me, "Liam..."

"It's okay, you can go."

I interrupted.

Joanna was stunned for several seconds before continuing, "I'll be back after I take him to the hospital."

After saying that, Joanna turned and left.

In my opinion, Liam was just playing the victim again, his usual tactic.

I remembered that before, when Liam had a runny nose, Joanna took care of him for most of the day.

At that time, I was almost driven mad with anger.

After all, when I was hospitalized with a high fever, Joanna only came to see me once and said it was a minor issue.

But when Joanna was sick, I stayed by her side without sleep.

Love is mutual.

If one side is completely disappointed, it means the end.

The next morning.

Joanna brought breakfast into the study, woke me up, and said with a smile, "Your favorite burger. Let's go to work together."

"I've already resigned."

I stretched and said calmly.

"What? You... Why didn't you discuss it with me?"

Joanna was stunned.

"Didn't you say you didn't want to know anything about my job?"

I asked, walking slowly to the window and opening the curtains.

The sunlight streamed in, very comfortably.

Joanna was stunned again, her mouth slightly open, unable to say a word.

When my boss took credit for a project I did without giving me any recognition, I wanted to vent to Joanna and get some comfort.

Who would have thought that Joanna, playing games with her friends, would coldly interrupt me and say, "I don't care about your work. Reflect on whether you're competent enough."

Now she blamed me for not discussing it with her.

It's really funny.

I took a deep breath, stood in the sunlight, looked at Joanna, and said calmly, "Let's break up."

Since Joanna hadn't mentioned it for a long time, I would bring it up first.

The food in Joanna's hand suddenly fell to the ground.

"It's my fault for not watching the sunrise with you.

"Let's calm down first."

Joanna's eyes were a bit evasive.

"I'm very calm now. There are too many problems between us..."

I said.

"I'm almost late for work. I'm leaving first."

But Joanna didn't continue listening. Instead, she turned and ran out of the study, slamming the door behind her.

As if not communicating would make the problem disappear.

I didn't dwell on it much and refocused on my work.

But then.

Joanna seemed to feel a sense of crisis. Not only did she order takeout for me at noon, but she also came home early in the evening to cook for me.

This was unimaginable before.

Actually, Joanna's cooking had always been good. Back in college, when she was pursuing Liam, she made different breakfasts for him every day.

However, Liam didn't appreciate it and often threw it away.

But Joanna didn't mind at all.

At that time, I had a crush on Joanna and thought she was a great girl, but Liam didn't cherish her.

Later, when Liam was going abroad, he broke up with Joanna, and she often walked alone late at night.

Worried about Joanna's safety, I made excuses to accompany her.

Gradually, we became close.

At a drinking party, I mustered the courage to confess to Joanna, and she readily agreed.

We got to know and love each other, and there were many happy days.

We went to the library together every day, ate together, played together, and eventually graduated.

We planned to get married and even thought of names for our children.

But everything changed when Liam returned from abroad.

Joanna seemed to be bewitched, and with the help of her friends, she contacted Liam more and more frequently.

At the same time, she became increasingly impatient with me and changed her attitude toward marriage.

We had an appointment to take wedding photos, but Joanna canceled it without telling me.

When I found out, I was very angry, but Joanna said I was pressuring her.

Was that really the case?

Actually, I should have realized that Joanna was conflicted.

Now she was suddenly being nice to me again.

Was Joanna regretting?

I wasn't sure. Maybe she just didn't want to lose me as a tool.